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So, I was telling you that nothing would remain okay after reading this chapter. Because:

Warning: Swearing, sexual assault, violence, fight and...apologies to Tyson fans in advance *Gulps*

Okay, only reading, the rest can be known to you. So...read!

Dedicated to: Martyr Abrar Fahad, a respected and admired senior to me whose 1st death anniversary is in the next week :'(

The mood of the vice chancellor of Tokyo Institute of Technology was quite light and joyous. Yesterday, his ideal students and the valiant sons of the university had driven the disgracing goons out and managed to keep the varsity open. Only for them, the trip of BME department had been successful. The students of Biomedical Engineering were absent in the campus because of the excursion but it didn't snatch the colors of the premises. Still the learners were gossiping sitting in the central field in circles. Some were playing games and sports; some were in the library and computer lab. Teachers and demonstrators were also glad because of the heroic act of the VP and the general students. Putting a book written on the history of Japan out of the ligneous bookshelf, he opened to give it a read.

"Mr. Dickenson!"

Almost banging the door of his chamber open with a kick, without any kind of courtesy or manner, the brown-haired politician entered. Not greeting him properly, he marched towards his table and sat on a black leather chair, resting one leg on another. As the vice-chancellor also took his seat, he asked, "What happened, Mr. Tachibana? What's the reason of coming here in this way?"

"What's this?" He complained loudly, "What the hell is going on in your campus?"

"Nothing," The principal shook his head, "The students just led a victory procession around the premises because they were successful in preventing the attack of the terrorists yesterday."

"Which victory procession?" Tachibana questioned, "Was it any national day or the Independence Day?"

The bald man was silent, not feeling the necessity of replying to the irrational question of the politician. The brunette added, "Mr. Dickenson, there goes a proverb in politics. You cannot snatch someone's democratic rights."

"I'm not snatching someone's democratic rights." Mr. D protested.

"Then why aren't you accepting the demands of Impoverished Welfare Party and fulfilling their wants?" The political leader asked.

"There's no reason to arrange a new election." Straight the reply was.

"If there were no reason," Hachiro again questioned, "Why would the demands rise?"

"The demands rose according to your wishes, Mr. Tachibana." The principal didn't fear to speak the truth.

"Mr. Vice-chancellor," The brunette revolved his chair, "Don't forget that you're talking to one of the members of the directory board of this university."

"You also shouldn't forget," Mr. D retorted, "That you're talking to the vice-chancellor of a renowned university. If I want, I can confiscate the license of your student gang so that they cannot do politics in this campus anymore."

"You're threatening an eminent political leader?" Hachiro simpered, "There goes a proverb in politics, you know. Don't throw pebbles at a wasp-hive."

"Because, the stings of a bee are very poisonous."

Both the principal and the politician looked back at the corridor of the room where the slate-haired VP was standing in his usual posture. As he bent his head down, showing respect to his teacher, nodding, the VC let him in. Stepping in the room, he faced the brown-haired aged man as the latter gritted his teeth, "What do you want to say?"

"I wanted to tell you not to scare the students of this country of the wasps," He folded his arms on his chest, "Because they never paid any heed to the bullets of a firearm."

"Hmph!" Hachiro turned his face away as if he hadn't heard a single word of the student leader.

"Another thing, Mr. Hachiro," Kai didn't care, "Let thousands of elections be organized, no party supported by you is ever going to win."

"Kai," The brunette claimed, "A part of the students is with me too."

"Yeah, it is," He sarcastically nodded, "Some terrorists in the identities of students. They are those who wash the feet of the corrupt political leaders like you. But the real students do not butter anybody. Mr. Hachiro, if you have come here with a view to tempting our VC sir, you're going to do the same mistake of holding the wish of buying me."

"Kai!" He seethed, standing up, "This Hachiro, the founder of Impoverished Welfare Party, can buy the student leaders like you every day, every hour, every minute at an unbelievably cheap rate!"

"Mr. Hachiro!" The dual-haired university student roared like a lion which totally outshone the hissing of the brown-haired snake, "If the students' body could be bought, the movements would never be possible! If they could be sold, independence would never come to this country! If the students were the goods which could be put at stake, democracy would remain as nothing but an untouched dream!"

Hachiro was dumbfounded at the reaction of the vice-president. He could have never imagined that Kai could speak such words in front of him. To the brunette, the slate-haired was always calm and silent, introvert and secretive. This unexpected outburst of him was something beyond imaginations. Really, the half-Russian was a dormant volcano. He could wake up anytime. When he woke up, he could cause a vast eruption, bringing his ultimate destruction. In his quiet and tranquil amethyst orbs, he hid so much fire. The brunette was afraid of those peaceful flames the most. Despite not wanting, his feet started trembling in an unknown fear.

Pointing his index finger at the brunette, the slate-haired continued, "One more thing, Mr. politician! If you come here again with your nasty plans, you will lose every single bit of your honor!"

Before the politician could speak something, his ears twitched at the earsplitting slogans of the common students outside. Beyond the room, a group of learners were roaming through all the floors of the building, holding hand-made banners and festoons. The red-haired half-Russian was leading the procession. In his icy-blue orbs, there was a chilly wave of determination. Behind him, there were Tyson Granger, Kane Yamashita, Salima, Julia Fernandez and so on. Even the hyperactive American who couldn't have spoken properly in front of the seniors due to the trauma given by Brooklyn took part in the rally enthusiastically, screeching the mottos in the equal loudness of the other pupils. The field and the levels of the building were shining with them. Hachiro Tachibana gulped, finding himself at a loss. He thanked himself for letting her daughter go to the excursion. Otherwise, his dignity would've been torn in front of Hilary.

"Verify your popularity, Sir," Kai's lips wore a smirk as he directed at the open door, "You may go now."

"Mr. Principal," Hachiro faced the bald man who was calmly sitting on his chair, "You have to pay for it. You also won't be able to survive, Kai."

Wheeling back, the brown-haired politician stormed past the VP and exited the room as the latter just chuckled silently at the mute but grave insult of the political leader. Leaving his chair, the bald teacher approached the VP and placed his hands on his shoulder.

"Kai," He spoke, "I'm not encouraging you to do politics. But…don't let the flames get extinguished which I have been seeing in you since the beginning."

"I promise, Sir," He slowly lowered his eyes, "My life is offered for our institution."

"God bless you," Secretive, the bald principal put off his spectacles which were on the verge of getting blurry, "Keep it up, my boy."

In his airconditioned chamber, the fake editor of a purposeful newspaper was leaning against his revolving chair, taking a semi-doze. His lips held a cigarette from which white smokes were whirling up. Dreamy eyes were possessing the wish of destroying Hachiro Tachibana completely so that he could never show his face publicly. Quite relieved he was because of the secret weapons. The most effective gun was the vice-president of the central students' union, Tokyo Institute of Technology. The important thing about him was he could never tolerate any kind of injustice to anyone. This trait of the human-faced phoenix helped the monster a lot. That's why, his happiness was knowing no bound. He had already got to know about the humiliation of his rival in TIT. So, he was planning to publish a report on it on his daily.

"Sir?" A worker peeped in, "Mr. Hiwatari has come to meet you."

'Woah…. that boy will surely live longer…. I mean…as long as I want him alive….' Keeping the half-burnt cigar on the porcelain ashtray, he sat properly and said, "Call him in."

After a few seconds, the slate-haired VP entered the chamber. Seeing him, Boris stood up and forwarded a chair for him to sit. Wearing a gentle smile, he took the seat. Boris called another employee, "Bring two cups of tea for us."

"Thanks, Sir…." Kai shook his head, "But I don't need it."

"Hey, you're seeming exhausted," The purple-haired patted his shoulder, "Have it, you'll feel better."

The student gave a positive nod at it, not refusing his request. Soon, the teas arrived. Giving one cup to the young leader, the old man sipped from his.

"I've heard of your bravery that you showed in front of that nasty political leader," Boris spoke first, "Tala told me about it."

"Hn." Kai nodded.

"Well done, my boy," Boris remarked, slapping on his shoulder, "That's called true leadership. I pray and hope that one day, you will strengthen your position of leadership in national politics too."

As the purple-haired returned to his chair, the slate-haired took a sip from his cup and raised his face, "Sir?"

"Yes?"

"I need the answer to a question today." He demanded.

"Sure," The editor gave him assurance, "Ask me."

"What will you gain by instituting me?" Kai stood up, keeping the cup on the side-table, "Why are you wasting your time behind me? What's your motive?"

"No, Kai," Smilingly, the violet-head shook his head, "I don't have any motive."

"Nobody does any job without any motive nowadays," The young man smirked, "Even you're publishing this newspaper with a view to doing or achieving something, be it service or business."

"Kai!" Boris frowned.

"If I don't get the answer," Kai's tone became serious a bit, "It won't be possible for me to take any kind of help from you, Sir."

"No no, Kai, don't say in that way," The purple-haired pleaded, almost holding his hands, "I'm feeling so pensive now."

Biting his lips for a while, he slowly uttered, "If you want to hear it, come with me."

The fake editor took the real leader to a room. To one of its walls, the black-and-white portrait of a young man around Kai's age was attached. The slate-haired astonishedly looked at it once, once at the eyes of the purple-haired. Tears were gleaming there though the young man didn't have any idea whether they were original or not. The VP gulped, feeling sorry for his insistence all of a sudden.

"He was my younger brother," Boris sighed, "Because of him, I didn't get married and run a family. He's no more now."

Turning to the baffled young leader, he squeezed his shoulders, "He was just like you. A brilliant student as well as an ideal leader he was. When the terrorists were failing again and again to remove him from his position, they handed drugs to him; a deadly addiction. Then…everything…. everything ended! Within no moment, darkness landed in the life of a potential young leader! With a lot of dishonor, my brother breathed his last…."

"Sir…." Kai somehow spoke, "I'm sorry for hurting you unintentionally."

Putting off his spectacles, the purple-head wiped it, "After it, I try to find my brother among the young persons who are active in actual anti-terrorism movements. Kai, you're just like him, my boy. You-you're the same guy who will remove all the darkness from all types of educational institutions in Japan and revenge the indirect murder of my brother."

"I don't know whether this will be done by me or not," The slate-haired turned his eyes away, "But I'll try my best."

"I have full faith on you, Kai," Boris patted his back, "That's why, I'm worrying for your safety and security. Wait."

The editor approached a steel cupboard and opened one of its doors. Pulling out a shiny black 9mm pistol, he returned to a perplexed VP.

"What's it?" Astonishment was hearable in his voice.

"Take it," Boris placed it before the student along with a bunch of keys, "For your security, there remains a pistol and a motorbike for your movement."

"You…you…." Kai's eyes went widened, "You're handing me a firearm?"

"Without a weapon," Boris slyly grinned, "You cannot defeat the well-armed politics which your opposite party do at present."

"But…."

"Kai," His tone calmed down as he made the student hold the pistol, "I don't want another young man with a bright future collapse like my brother. Remember that before you, there's not only Brooklyn Masefield, but also a wicked politician like Hachiro. Using weapons, they snatch the lives of common people. But you'll use this gun in order to save your life along with protecting hundreds of students. Just accept it."

Kai looked at the 9mm handgun once, once at the confident face of the editor. The weapon was feeling heavier than a boulder to his hands. Taking a sharp breath and closing his eyes, he left the chamber, not noticing the evil grin creeping in the lips of the fake editor and the devilish plans roaming in his brain.

Exam time it was. The whole hall was surrounded by pin-drop silence. All the students were scribbling on their answer scripts very attentively, caring at none or nothing else. The learners whose preparations weren't that good were scratching their heads and looking blankly at the question papers. Two invigilators; a male and a female; were guarding the room strictly so that no one could cheat. Strolling around, they were coming to the first bench once and going to the last bench again. One stood before the podium while another was signing the sheets. Avoiding their eyes very carefully, some students were trying to peep at the scripts of others.

But Brooklyn Masefield didn't need to avoid the eyes of the teachers. He was so shameless that he could commit any crime openly. Maintaining his usual traits, he pulled the answer script of a female redhead, shocking her to no end and starting copying hers.

"Brooklyn," Salima sternly spoke, "Return my answer-sheet. I'll show you once I finish."

"Shut up!" The terrorist inaudibly warned her, "And let me write!"

"What the hell are you doing?" She seethed, "Give me that."

"Cannot you hear me, bitch?" Brooklyn cursed her under his breaths, "If your dignity and chastity are still loved by you, don't interfere."

The scarlet-haired girl gulped. She didn't have the courage of complaining to the invigilators because of the heinous threat of the terrorist. Unfortunately, neither her blunette boyfriend nor the VP was present in that room. From her friends, she'd heard a lot about the infamous rape occurrences committed by the tangerine-haired. In nervousness, her hands and feet started shuddering violently. Working hard, she'd taken the preparation for that course. In front of her eyes, time was passing by but she couldn't write. The poor redhead couldn't decide what she should choose between her academic record or her dignity. With teary eyes, she looked at the female chocolate-haired invigilator, sniffing.

That worked as Miss Kincaid felt pity on the girl. Approaching the same bench, she snatched Brooklyn's answer-sheet as the latter stood up and clasped her wrist in order to take his script back.

"How dare you!" The brunette angrily glared at him, "You've touched me?"

"Why, ma'am?" Brooklyn winked, "Are you fire that I have the possibility to get burned by touching you?

"You scoundrel!" Not tolerating anymore, Miss Kincaid placed a tight slap across the left cheek of the orange-haired. Pressing that place with his palm, he raised his vicious aquamarine orbs. Chewing air in his mouth and nearing the teacher, he hissed, "I'll cool your fire, lady."

"Brooklyn!"

Hurriedly, the vice-chancellor entered the exam hall as all the students stood up and bowed. Gesturing them to sit down, he sprinted towards the notorious student leader and slapped him again on another cheek. Now, the terrorist didn't get the guts to stare at the eyes of the principal. The silence in the hall became heavier.

"Get out!" Mr.D pointed at the open door.

"Sir," Miss Kincaid requested, "Let him go for now."

"No, Miss Kincaid!" The principal became strict, "Forgiveness is for mistakes and punishment is for crimes! Just get lost, Brooklyn!"

Giving a lustful and angry stare at the female brunette and the scared scarlet, he rubbed his face and strode out of the room.

The exam had been completed. Though the students could have left right after finishing the test, the teachers couldn't have. They'd had to sort the answer scripts and put tags on them for hiding identities of the examinees. When all of them ended, evening fell in the campus. Done with her job, the spectacled brunette came out of the teachers' room with the necessary files and documents in one of her hands. She wiped her sweat. It'd been such a busy and hectic day for her. Being free, she inhaled a fresh intake of oxygen. Some electric bulbs were hanging over her head, connected to the roof with wires. They were barely preventing the nightfall.

Soon, she had to stop as the orange-haired boy hindered her with three of the members of his gang. Without saying or doing anything, they encircled her from all the four directions. Some of them wickedly tittered at her stranded condition. Brooklyn rolled his eyes at her, silently reminding her of his promise in the exam hall. Miss Kincaid felt a lump at her throat but she didn't expose her nervousness before them. It was the time to keep her cool, she didn't want to lose it.

"Brooklyn," She fixed her spectacles, "What are you doing here?"

"You must have understood, Kincaid," The smell of alcohol attacked the nostrils of the teacher, making her feel nauseous, "In front of the crowded exam hall, you insulted me, remember?"

"Brooklyn!" Kincaid snapped, "You're my student. You all are just like my own children!"

"Why?" The accent of the orange-haired guy seemed drunk, "Cannot I be like someone or something else to you?"

Without any warning, he snatched the documents from her hand and threw them above. The brunette was trying to catch them but another grasped her coat from behind and pulled it off. Clutching the neckline of her lavender top, the notorious leader pinned her firmly against a wall, grabbing her shoulders. The chocolate-haired lady screamed in fear but the environment was so secluded that no one was there except the gang. The second person also flung the jacket in the air which, thankfully, reached the hand of the slate-haired.

When he saw the spectacled brunette getting molested in the hands of the terrorists, lava flowed through his veins. Sprinting towards the party and knocking two of them out with two single kicks at their chests, Kai returned the coat to his teacher after blowing at the face of the orange-head, spreading his arms protectively before Miss Kincaid so that the bastards couldn't play with her dignity anymore.

"You ghoul!" He seethed, "Teachers are like our parents! And here, you aren't feeling ashamed to disrobe our mother? Your tongue didn't shiver while giving that nasty threat to our sister?"

"Hahaha!" Brooklyn laughed shamelessly, "Yes, you're right, Kai. I'm a ghoul. And you know what? Ghouls are shameless just like me!"

"Shut up!" Kai clutched his collars, "Now you'll see how the fire of rage outbursts in the blood of a son because of the humiliation of his mother!"

With a single punch, the VP tossed the orange-haired towards a nearby tree as the latter's face hit its stem. As Miss Kincaid wore the coat back, Kai kept smashing the gang, booting the faces of two and throwing them at the red-bricked walls of the buildings. Blocking another's punch, he pushed him towards an electric pole where the head of the terrorist banged hard. The brunette bit her lips, seeing the awestruck fighting skills of her student which were being shown only for protecting her self-respect. Another attacked from behind but Kai simply pitched him on the pebbly ground, wrenching his elbow.

Not able to tolerate, Brooklyn came forward and booted Kai's chest. Not waiting for the counter-attack, he stamped Kai's jaw as the latter rotated back but didn't fall down. At the third hit, the slate-haired used an upper block. With another hand, he grasped the neck of the notorious student leader and pinioned him against a tree. Still, it couldn't pacify his rages. The VP kneed the abdomen of the tangerine-head twice, not letting him go from his clasps. Almost snatching half of his consciousness and gnashing his jaw, the vice-president placed his muscled arm on his throat, strangling him and making him defenseless completely.

"Kai," Miss Kincaid approached them, pleading, "Don't hit him anymore, just let him go."

"See, Brooklyn?" Finally, the VP let his rival go at the request of his teacher, "How kind the mothers are! And with the same mother…shame on you! Just get lost!"

Like a thief, clutching his throat, the orange-haired escaped from the place. Turning to the brunette, Kai worriedly asked, "Are you alright, ma'am?"

"I'm." She nodded tiredly, "Have you got hurt?"

"Don't worry about me, ma'am," He assured her, "Let me leave you to your house. This place isn't safe at all."

"Thank you so much, Kai," She tried to hold her sniffs back, "If you weren't there…."

"Let it be, ma'am," He sighed, "Let's go now."

The exams had already been finished, followed by a long break. After it, freshers would come and make the campus beautiful again. New leaves had already started growing in the trees. The mellifluous tunes of the cuckoos and nightingales were giving the atmosphere a heavenly feeling. Red, yellow and orange flowers were blossoming. The scent of the new mango buds was heart-warming to the noses of the students and teachers. All of them were preparing to welcome the spring as well as the messengers of the season. Notices regarding the punishments of ragging and other offenses had been attached to the walls of the hostels and classrooms. Kai and his teammates were trying their best so that the incident which had happened to Max couldn't happen to any other fresher in future. Hilary had been selected as the cultural prefect of the university by the CSU board. Everything was going good and happy in short.

But everything got ravaged one day. Frankly speaking, no one in the campus was expecting it.

The navy-haired boy was returning to his room after buying some aspirins for Tala. Whistling in his own mind, he was walking through the lobbies of the ground floor. Evening it was; so, the darkness was evident everywhere. His mood had been quite cheerful and relieved until Brooklyn and his gang stood in front of him, giving him a sudden shock. He frowned seeing the group which had been invisible during the past few months. What were they doing here?

"What do you want?" Tyson gnawed his teeth and fists, not expecting them to be around him.

"There comes, Kai's right-hand." One of them joked.

"You think we cannot understand why you respect Kai so much?" Another winked, "Little Ayaka must be so delicious, ah?"

"Hold your tongues!" In embarrassment and anger, Tyson's face reddened, "I always tried to stay out of these political matters and serve the university neutrally. But no, Kai is always correct. Leeches like you deserve to be hated! Henceforth, I'll do the same!"

"Woah," The third one rolled his eyes, "The cat's meowing and thinking that he can roar like a tiger."

"Don't worry about him," Finally, the leader opened his mouth, grabbing the arms of Tyson behind his waist and twisting them hard, "He can be finished with a single pinch at his cheek."

"Shut up!" The blunette snarled, freeing himself with a jolt that shoved the tangerine-head on the floor, "Now I'll show you what I can do!"

There was a stick placed against a white pillar. Taking it, he rotated it on his head, lifting his arms. Taking a diagonal turn in the air, he thumped it on one's head. Another was going to punch at his abdomen but he stooped, hitting his ankles and making him collapse. Soon, the cane landed at his jaw. Wheeling the rod in 45-degree angle, he horizontally swooped it at the waist of the third. His kendo skills were surely admirable since he'd learnt it from his grandfather in his childhood. For the first time in his life, he thanked his grandpa for teaching it to him. Not able to digest the humiliation, the orange-haired came and held the tip of the rod but Tyson was ready. Kneeing his ribs, the blunette thrusted him and freed the pole from his hands. Tapping the ground with it victoriously and dropping it, he wiped his sweat-drenched forehead and turned back with a smirk.

Victory had already belonged to the navy-haired but the goons couldn't bear it. That's why, they thought to cheat in the battle. Pulling out his signature dagger from his pocket, Brooklyn flung it in the direction of the blunette. It vertically rotated, cutting the air and pierced the back of the indigo-head. The poor guy stopped there with a gasp, feeling the amount of the sudden and sharp pain at his spine. Grinning once, Brooklyn spoke, "Let's go from here."

Tyson tried to stop his throat but it didn't accompany him. Soon, his painful screeches echoed in the entire hostel. Within no moment, another blunette, a redhead, a blonde reached the spot led by the VP. Already the wounded indigo-haired boy had fallen on the floor, warm blood spreading out and making his yellow t-shirt red, dripping on the ground. With his weak paws, he tried to clasp the surface for support but it felt very cold to him. He bit his lips to hold the tears back which sprung from his grief of losing, not getting injured. He thought that the same thing had happened to the innocent and righteous fighters in all ages. How could he have stopped his fate?

"Tyson!" Kai rushed to his aid. Pressing the wound, he untucked the knife from his back as more blood gushed out with froths, drenching the palm and some of the parts of the cloths of the VP. Not caring, the dual-haired gently placed his head on his lap. Glaring at others, he commanded, "Call an ambulance! Now!"

"K…Kai…" Tyson barely spoke, "I…I have no…no one…except…my old grandfather…."

"Shush!" The VP grabbed his mouth, "Don't talk…..you'll be okay…"

"It's….it's urgent…." Suddenly feeling the lack of oxygen in his lungs, Tyson's face became white; lips lost all the colors and turned blue. He exhaled and tried to gasp in but his physical condition was barely supporting him. Putting his scarf off, the vice-president tied it around the wound only for hindering the way of blood-flow.

Meanwhile, the ambulance arrived. Tala, Kane, Max and Kai carried him by the arms and legs and placed him on the stretcher. Closing all the doors, they occupied the seats as the vehicle started moving again, the redlight rotating on its head in the darkness of the dark evening and the sirens resonating in the cruel silence. A nurse placed an oxygen mask on the face of the injured guy, Tala and Kai held his hands firmly in their palms. The chest of the blunette uncontrollably rose and stooped, his eyelids were becoming heavy bit by bit. The painful sensations were disappearing slowly as he was almost numb to them. His mouth was slightly open to receive the oxygen from the cruel world to survive.

"Tyson….." Kai whispered in his ears, "Try to stay awake…."

"Kai…." Unknowingly, the navy-haired managed to give a smile which shocked everyone, "Don't…don't mourn…..I'm the first martyr of this war…."

"Hell no!" Max shouted, "What the hell are you saying? If you remain no more, who'll treat the freshers so nicely? You saved me on that day, remember? Saving my life, you cannot leave yours!"

"Max…." He bit his lips but the smile didn't vanish from his face, "Remember always.…martyrdom...martyrdom is…bet…better than…treachery….ah!"

He couldn't finish his sentence as he vomited blood which seeped out from his mouth, penetrating his oxygen mask. Everyone screamed in unison, "Tyson!"

"Saiyonara…." With the same smile, he let his heavy eyelids cover his pupils, not pressurizing them anymore.

"Tyson!"

Kai shook his face but no response. Still, a piece of sweet smile was clinging to the lips of the wounded blunette. Sweat and tears trickled together from his closed eyes and forehead, getting mixed with each other. He quickly stroked his forehead and other bare parts, his fingers clashed with only the ruthless chill of the polar icebergs. The redhead placed two fingers on his left wrist and another blunette placed his right ear on his chest. Both of them met the eternal and truest silence of the world. Pulsations weren't rising anymore in any organ of his body. The blonde was holding his breaths. Turning on the torchlight of his phone, the VP lifted one of his eyelids up and put the light at his pupil as a last attempt and a last hope.

Nah, the indigo-haired disappointed him too.

"No…." Tala folded his lips in, "It…it cannot happen…."

"No!"

Immediately, the blonde burst into tears. There was no one to console him at that moment. The azure-eyed student buried his face amidst his palms. In the icy-blue orbs of the redhead, there was the blankness of the cosmos. Kai's lotus eyes went widened, all the things from his head escaped nowhere. Neither he could shed tears, nor could he convince his friends. The ambulance was rushing towards the hospital but there was no one to remember or remind one another of the fact. In front of the eyes of the VP, the cheerful image of the navy-haired boy rose. How he'd used to demand treats from him…how he'd played the drums in the music hall…everything…was just…fading away…..Kai wanted to hold them in his hands….but couldn't….memories couldn't be held back….

Finally, ripping the airstream, everyone's ears and almost everything in the world, the VP screamed, pressing the head of the no-more blunette on his chest:

"TYSON!"

My close ones get angry, others get angry,

The beloved shouldn't be angry…

Dreams break, promises break,

The heart shouldn't break…

If He gets angry, even God can get angry,

But the bond doesn't get broken…

Sacrificed on you, O Lord,

I am all lost,

My broken friendship, just get me that….

*Shivers and gulps* No! Don't chase me with brooms, umbrellas and shoes! *Runs away*

*In a serious tone* I know that you all are throwing invisible pebbles and rotten tomatoes at me. But...how will I apologize to you? While writing the scene, I myself was literally crying. My heartbeats were so fast and I had to get up twice or thrice to quench water. After all, this is the consequence of dirty politics in the educational institutions. So, the people who're already in uni or going to step in uni, please listen to me. Don't get yourself involved in politics, student politics is such a bitch sometimes. If possible, don't ever express your opinions (Though it's your right) because getting hurt(?!), the opposite party may do something. Just stay away from them and keep your lips sealed (I'm sorry but I had to tell it T_T).

Do read and review. Pardon the grammatical and the spelling errors. Those who haven't read my new one-shot "Kai's bride" yet, please read and review it too.

Take care and stay safe :D

-Misty ^_^